After Dark - Chapter Three

The Stand

He hears the
grunts and growls, looking around frantic. He begins to walk backwards,
shinning his light everywhere and listening to the growls, as they get louder.
Yellow eyes gleam in front of him not far in the shadows. They are like
fireflies, blinking in the moonlight and are followed with a growl.

His heart
drumming, fear grips him as it slowly prowls closer, growling and its eyes seem
to go off and on, like a light. In the back of his mind, his thoughts were
hoping it were only a couple of fireflies in the air. He shines his light
toward it unsteadily; he sees its mouth gaping with enormous teeth and blood
colour saliva dripping from its mouth.

The growls sound
like a purr, he gulps down his heart, and the house seems to be miles away. Nearly
crawling backward, each step he takes the beast in front of him gets closer.
It’s a stare down, gripping his rifle, seconds seem like minutes. Eye to eye...
like two gunslingers facing off. But if he were to let go of his light, he’d
fire blindly into the darkness. Chewing his lips, he gulps a breath of air. His
body tingles, fighting his fear.

Staring into the
eyes of his Reaper,

“You want to
dance? Let’s dance… you cocksucker!” his words slowly crawl to a whisper.